Not a blog, in any way.

YOU! Make me laugh.

2009-02-18T01:07:00.003Z

'It's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy...'

And this is the difference between Andy drunk, and rascally drunk Andy. Mainly that rascally drunk Andy is filled with pizza, and watching Smallville with Eduardo who has yet to fully develop his bullshit factor.

Tonight, we saw Mitch Benn, Andrew O'Neill and John Speed. Introduced/compared(sp?) by Paddy...something. Seriously. The whole thing was awesome! Apart from the queue at the beginning, which was not unlike beating myself repeatedly in the face with bottled alcohol. We sang along loudly and (largely) inoffensively to Benn's encore ,'Ikea', and bought a CD signed to 'Gamesoc' afterwards. Apparently, he expected as much.

Andrew O'Neill also rocked; largely due to his random musical interruptions, and 'I'm not racist, but...' theft.

John Speed surprised; never seen any of his stand-up before, but his 'men being themselves' thing was awesome; McIntyrey in observational scale.

Paddy: did good introductions. Dragged Mr Richings on stage which was grargish, but Alex is still alive, and there seems to have been no lasting damage. Though he did misconstrue my heckling, and had an odd fascination for 'nads.

All in all, a good night!

2009-02-12T12:12:00.001Z

- Reposted due to embarrassment of embarrassment. Apologies to everyone. -

What the fuckity fuck fuck is going on with the world? Everyone who reads this knows that something shit has happened, way back when at the earliest.

Perhaps I'm contagious? My fuck ups are seemingly applicable to others, mainly E. There's always someone to catch the flak, but suddenly...they're full. All that's left is me. Honesty is the best policy = an enormous pile of unwanted butt sex. But...even though everything you FUCKING do is aimed to make someone's life better, or at least easier for a moment or two, something goes wrong. Wrong like you sacrifice babies to Nyarlathotep. Fuck Nyarly. What good has he ever done to anything. One misses her, or him, in the way one misses one's own soul, when thinking. A text proclaiming one's own love cannot possibly go wrong, right? Fuck everyone. People are aresholes. Everyone. To some extent.

Why reply like a motherfucking cunting rod? What the hell is a cunting rod? Blame DBD, or E, if it comes to that. Life should be simple for those who cause NO harm to others. Clearly, the idea of a benevolent god is a pile of freakin' horse shit. E has done nothing wrong as far as I'm aware. Nor has DBD. Me, myself? I'm an arsehole. But relationships SHOULD benefit everyone involved. That's the point. People exist purely to make other people feel better.

Which is a reason drink and drugs aren't necessarily a bad thing; almost always they lead to retardation, but every now and then, they help people chill, and suddenly realise they've been fucking everything up. Trust me, I've been there. I still drink way too much, but I feel guilt all the FUCKING DAMN time, so it must be helping.

I'm way too drunk to be posting, but nobody is reading this, besides me, so fuck you all.

Christ almighty (who I am WAAAAY against the belief of) I'm a twat. Ah well. No-one cares. Except me. Maybe, if I sober up in time.

Yes, I'm drunk, but I thought I should post this, and if there's one thing I believe in, it's taking account of one's own actions, or writings, fucking stupid as they be.

Also, GAMESOC seem to object to Arkham Horror. Morons.

Chrono Trigger and Cthulhu

2009-02-11T01:14:00.002Z

So, the NTSC copy of Chrono Trigger I ordered arrived on Friday, and I'm now arsing around in the Ocean Palace...I've played this game far too much. It's one of the first things I remember emulating, back in...2001, I think, along with FF6, which I also now own legally.

Bizzarely nostalgic, for some reason.

Also, Lavos is awesomely cthuloid. Speaking of which, Arkham Horror arrived just in time for the Refresher's Bunfight just today; we came back here afterwards, and at about half four or so started off. There was much confusion to begin with, mainly due to lots of distraction and the damned Mos Eisley Cantina theme. But after a couple of people left, Eduardo, Mr Monks and myself restarted and finished a game in two hours or so. I got to be a NUN!

It's much like Betrayal, but seems more varied, and adaptable. Also, it's all Mythos-based, obviously, which is always a good thing. We kicked arse, and took names, saving the day before Cthulhu (randomly drawn, I might add) could even wake from his slumber.

Tomorrow, Gamesoc field test.

Hurrah!

Recent Developments

2008-11-20T14:30:00.002Z

Hehe...Three months. Sort of.

More importantly! I know what colour I'm going for for my Orks. Purple and camo. It works for goblins, right? Obviously, the Nobz will all have something red on 'em though.

My dissertation topic is properly decided, basically: Benefits and problems of social contract theories, with as much Nietzsche squeezed in as makes sense.

I played 7th Sea for the first time t'other day, and now have an even more cunning plan for converting Eberron into it/it into Eberron. It's an entirely objective fact that D&D 3.5 was awful for pulp style stuff, and 7th Sea is a better fit (I think) than Spirit of the Century, even though SotC is damned cool. Also, there will be BRP-ification on the skills.

Hurrah!

Olympics

2008-08-22T12:48:00.002+01:00

Ok, this is annoying now.

Watching the Taekwondo, and we have some British kid who apparently was inspired by the Power Rangers, against some Chinese guy. The British guy kicked t'other one in the head, really damn obviously. But the judges (Chinese) didn't award him a point, even though head shots award two. In fact, he's now on NEGATIVE points, for some reason.

But that's not the worst thing. What bothers me is that the commentators keep calling Power Rangers a cartoon.

I'm such a geek.

Ridiculosity

2008-08-21T15:44:00.000+01:00

And I quote:

'Congratulations! Your credit card has been successfully recorded! Tales of this historic moment will be told and retold down through the generations. Way to go!'

Sometimes, I really hate Blizzard.

Bad Russia!

2008-08-18T15:11:00.004+01:00

Why the FRIG can't everyone just get along? WHY would they think that was even SLIGHTLY a good idea? For the love of all that's awesome.

Oooh, political (well, as much as I ever get)

End of the World, much?

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On a cheerful note, however, my rodent (Are hedgehogs rodents?) saving skills have increased! I fixed my mum's rabbit t'other day. Apparently, when they're sick, they basically give up eating or anything, and let themselves die. Which she was doing. And I managed to hand feed her until she got better! I clearly have a purpose.

Also, the carehome called, and I have a JOB! No hours yet, as I'm on the record as Bank Staff, which means whenever they need a shift covered, they'll call me. But still.

Things are ACTUALLY looking up, which is nice. Apart from the impending apocalypse, but hey. You can't have everything.

Super-Scion

2008-07-24T10:54:00.003+01:00

It seemed like such a good idea at the time. And now my brain is most probably oing to explode. But anyway, to the point.

It occurred to me that however much I like Mutants and Masterminds, and the way the rules and things let you make basically any kind of super you want, I was reminded of something Al said to me, regarding not seeing the superhero medium as one in which he could tell a story. OR something along those lines, I'm fairly sure we were drinking.

ANYWAY, this made me think of the main problem with high powered games in general, which is, in my opinion, that everyone can do too much, which distances players from characters. This is particularly obvious in games which start out highpowered, whereas starting low and developing to awesome power'n'such like can work much better. Not that it has to, obviously.

Then I thought of the generic power stat stuff in WoD (Blood Potency, Primal Urge, Gnosis, Azoth, Wyrd) and how the higher power, the less ... well, human characters become. High BP vampires start having to feed on other vampires, and eventually go into torpor or get shivved by other vampires; high gnosis mages Ascend, and such like. This got me thinking about Watchmen, and Doc Manhattan's speech on how little humanity matters, which then got me thinking of some sort of WoD superheroes thing.

And then, during a conversation with Mike, we got thinking about Scion. And it's progression from awesome heroic figures to godlike beings.

Hmmm.

So, yes, I'm doomed. And would appreciate any ideas!

Arse

2008-07-17T03:28:00.001+01:00

Still jobless, and everything else seems to be collapsing. I got all ... irrational and angry for the first time in ages.

Need to get back into exercising and martial arts. Need money for that, though.

Huzzah.

Objecting mildly to the world

2008-07-14T03:25:00.002+01:00

I need a freaking job.

I'm going to have to go home again, if I don't get one soon. Nothing against the people back home, but Farnborough is a shithole. And there is no gaming whatsoever, nor are there any decent pubs or bars. Or, more importantly, Southampton people.

On the bright side, my Mage is now 21st level! And looks fairly kick arse.

So, on the jobfront, what can I do? ...I like gaming, and drinking. So it's unlikely I'll enjoy whatever it is. Which pretty much means I will spend the summer once again wishing I had some sort of talent, and getting stupidly angry.

I miss Lou. Stupid distances.

Even if it's only an hour or two on the train; when you have no money, an hour or two on the train may as well be freakin' Timbuctoo.

To any rich billionaires out there who are wondering what to do with their filthy lucre; I'm sure I could take some of it off your hands. And I could almost definitely be worse, morally speaking; I hardly ever kill puppies for Satan. Or my own perverse pleasure, for that matter.

If I had superpowers, I wouldn't have ANY of these problems. I'd obviously have a whole set of different ones, but superheroes tend to be able to solve them by kicking people in the face. It's how the world should work.

So, any mad scientists looking for super soldier test subjects, or volunteers for prototype dimensional/galactic travel, drop me a line.

Particularly if you're also one of the aforementioned billionaires.

World of Warcrack

2008-07-10T01:20:00.002+01:00

Being offered drugs whilst on drugs (including alcohol, for those of you who don't) is unfair. Warcrack is a drug. Which I am TOTALLY not playing at the moment.

Because I'm blogging.

Oh crap.

Orfeo, Emerald Dream, EU.

I wish I was on fire...

And yes, I am a bit drunk.

Registration plates and armoured bears.

2008-06-30T23:36:00.004+01:00

Why does this universe hate me so? I spent this morning flicking through WoW pages, and they now have armoured bears as mounts.

ARMOURED BEARS.

That's just not fair. Also, a random car told me to start playing WoW again (number plate read **** MMO.) That's clearly a sign, if ever I've seen one.

And Nick called me a stud.

*sarcastic squee*

Although sarcastic is the wrong word. More *highly amusing squee.* But THAT'S not ... assonan...cical? Assonancical is now officially a word. Along with cinematographical.

And no, the trukk and it's operatives will NEVER be finished. At least if you think of it that way, you'll only ever be pleasantly surprised.

Or something.

*edited for drunken spelling...[sigh]*

More procrastination, with alphabetical awesomeness

2008-05-30T17:54:00.002+01:00

A
- Available: No
- Age: 21
- Annoyance: Most things.
- Animal: Myself?
- Actor/ress: Christian Bale/A lady of some repute.

B
- Beer: is awesome
- Birthday/Birthplace: 9th December
- Best Friends: Some people.
- Body Part on opposite sex: Teehee.
- Best feeling in the world: Awesomeness.
- Blind or Deaf: Deaf, easy.
- Best weather: Pretty.
- Been in Love: Yarr.
- Been bitched out?: Que?
- Been on stage?: When drunk.
- Believe in yourself?: I'm fairly sure I exist.
- Believe in life on other planets: I do.
- Believe in miracles: Depends on how you define miracles.
- Believe in Magic: Depends on how you define magic.
- Believe in God: See above.
- Believe in Satan: Again.
- Believe in Santa: Blah.
- Believe in Ghosts/spirits: Yawn.
- Believe in Evolution: Read upwards.

C
- Car: Red ones.
- Candy: Twirls.
- Colour: Green, maybe.
- Cried in school: Only when beating people with furniture.
- Chocolate/Vanilla: Both.
- Chinese/Mexican: Mexican.
- Cake or pie: Both.
- Country to visit: Japan.

D
- Day or Night: Night.
- Dream vehicle: Jet pack.
- Danced: Occasionally.
- Dance in the rain?: I have done.
- Do the splits?: Close.

E
- Eggs: Fried or with soldiers.
- Eyes: Greeny bluey grey.
- Everyone has: Bones.

F
- First crush: Katie McIntosh
- Full name: Andy 'I'm Awesome' Hayler. Totally.
- First thoughts waking up: GAH!
- Food: Mexican.

G
- Greatest Fear: Spiders.
- Giver or taker: Or.
- Goals: Big bushy beard.
- Gum: Upper and lower.
- Get along with your parents?: Generally.
- Good luck charm: I actually own lucky boxers.

H
- Hair Colour: Brown.
- Height: 175ish
- Happy: Always, to some degree.
- Holiday: Portugal was awesome.
- How do you want to die: On fire, kicking evildoers in the face.
- Health freak?: Hahahaha.
- Hate: Not much.

I
- Ice Cream: Mint Choc Chip.
- Instrument: Geetar or drums.

J
- Jewellery: My watch, and glasses.
- Job: Something easy, with no responsibility, where I get paid a ton. Otherwise, probably carework.

K
- Kids: Smell.
- Kickboxing or karate: Yay violence!
- Keep a journal?: Does the blog count?

L
- Longest Car Ride: 18 hours, to Germany.
- Love: is a made up drug. But not really.
- Letter: They're all a construction for communication. So fuck off.
- Laughed so hard you cried: Blackadder, I think.
- Love at first sight: There are weirder things.

M
- Milk flavour: Strawberry.
- Movie: Batman Begins
- Mooned anyone?: Aye.
- Marriage: Maybe.
- Motion sickness?: Way back when.
- McD’s or BK: BK.

N
- Number of Siblings: 1
- Number of Piercings: None.
- Number: 3 or 7.

O
- Overused Phrases: 'Awesome' 'Piss Kidneys' '*random hand waving*'
- One wish: Omnipotence.
- One phobia: Spiders.

P
- Place you’d like to live: Yavin 4
- Perfect Pizza: Spicy.
- Pepsi/Coke: Coke.

Q
- Quail: is a bird of some sort, with tiny little eggs.
- Questionaires: Are there to procrastinate with.

R
- Reason to cry: Anything, depending on situation.
- Reality T.V.: blows goats.
- Radio Station: Wahzee. Or Planet Rock.
- Roll your tongue in a circle?: Nope.

S
- Song: Creep.
- Shoe size: something between 7 and 10.
- Salad Dressing: Vinegrette? Vinagrette? Sort of like vinegar.
- Sushi: Is ok.
- Skipped school: Sometimes.
- Slept outside: Way back when.
- Seen a dead body? Nope.
- Smoked?: Used to, a bit.
- Skinny dipped? Nar.
- Shower daily? Nope.
- Sing well?: Define well.
- In the shower? Nope. You get soap in your mouth.
- Swear?: Often.
- Stuffed Animals?: A'tuin. And Puss.
- Single/Group dates: Hahahahaha.
- Strawberries/Blueberries: Strawberries
- Scientists need to invent: Lightsabers.
- Time for bed: When sleepiness happens.
- Thunderstorms: Rock. But are yet to grant me superpowers.
- TV: Tends to suck.
- Touch your tongue to your nose:

U
- Unpredictable: Probably not.

V
- Vegetable you hate: Parsnips.
- Vegetable you love: Carrots.
- Vacation spot: Mars.

W
- Weakness: Kryptonite.
- When you grow up: I'll implode.
- Which one of your friends acts the most like you?: My evil clone.
- Who makes you laugh the most: Dunno.
- Worst feeling: Raargh.
- Wanted to be a model?: A model what?
- Where do we go when we die: The cemetery.
- Worst weather: Piss poor rain.

X
-X-Rays: Teeth. Unless MRIs count?

Y
-Year it is now: 2008
-Yellow: is an awesome religious fellow.

Z
- Zoo animal: Tigers.
- Zodiac sign: Sagitarrius.

Thank you for allowing me to waste your time.

Pro-crastinatey quiz thing, and RP summing up

2008-05-26T23:14:00.002+01:00

L5R: Mirumoto Shitaro, Sensei of the Dojo of the Parted Soul passed away, fairly gloriously fighting a horribly awesome Lion Samurai. Glory 9, bitches! And it gives much leverage as to playing a young character attempting to follow his Way.

Dark Heresy: Good campaign, but suffered from what I hear are Dark Heresy problems. Namely, combat taking years. Ignoring combat, 'twas great fun. Though I still hold that shooting the psyker who had just attempted to murderate the SoB (teehee) was a perfectly justified thing to do. Barak 'died' and fled to Acreage, making a heapload of cash dealing high-tech weapons to the various feudal states.

Skaven: One phrase to sum it up: 'Curse your sudden yet inevitable betrayal!' It was a good conclusion. I tend to object slightly to games involving obvious chosen ones, but Grisiki (the new Horned Rat [God of Skaven for non-gamers]) was handled pretty well, particularly since he was a player character, so kudos to Nick and Hugo.

Mortals: We saved the world! Got to the point where the plot was more important than the characters, but hey, it was good fun.

And now, a quiz thieved from Al for the purposes of procrastinating:

-Prologue-

Who took your profile picture?
No idea.
Exactly what are you wearing right now?
Jeans, boxers, 'Italian Job' t-shirt, glasses.
What is your current problem?
University.
What makes you most happy?
Brain chemicals.
What's the name of the song that you're listening to?
There's nothing playing.

Chapter 1:

Nickname(s)?
Cap'n Andy
Eye color?
Bluey greenish grey.
Hair color?
Brown
Height?
175ish

Chapter 2:

Do you live with your parent(s)?
No.
Do you get along with your parent(s)?
Yep
Are your parents chill?
Snow-men? No.
Do you have any Siblings?
A little sister. Technically.

Chapter 3:
FAVORITE:

Ice Cream?
Minty. With chocolate.
Season?
*Shrugs*
Book?
Depends. Dune is definitely up there, as is Small Gods.
Colour?
Dunno really.
Food?
Pizza.
Drink?
Strawberry milkshake. Nesquik, or Yazoo for preference.
Flower?
Dunno.
Store?
Games/comics.
People?
My friends?

Chapter 4:
DO YOU...

Write on your hand?
A lot. And then wash them without remembering what the writing said.
Call people back?
If I rememb
Believe in love?
Sort of.
Sleep on a certain side of the bed?
My bed's too small to have 'sides.' When sharing, the wall.

Chapter 5:
HAVE YOU...

Kissed Someone in the past 24 hours?
Yeah
If so...where? In my room?
Have you ever had PHYSICAL therapy?
No
Gotten surgery?
Yeah
Taken painkillers?
Yes.
Had a baby?
Nope
Been stung by a bee?
Yep.
Threw up in a doctors office:
I apparently threw chairs, when I was younger. But never up.

Chapter 6:
Who/what was the last:

Person to text you?
My mum.
Thing you touched?
Keyboard
Thing you said?
'Bye', i think.
Person you hugged?
Lou
Person you talked to on the phone?
Lou
Last book you read?
Straight Silver, Dan Abnett.
When was the last time you cleaned your room?
No idea.
Last time you talked to someone you liked?
Earlier.

Chapter 7:

Do you eat breakfast?
Sometimes.
What was the most exciting thing that happened to you today?
Piss all, excitingwise.
How many best friends do you have?
Dunno.
Would you rather get up early or sleep in?
Sleep in.
Whom do you love?
Friends and family. Some of each.
What would you change about your life right now?
I'd have decided.
Would you rather smile over a lie or cry over the truth?
I'd like to say the truth, but if i didn't know I was being lied to, probably that.
What's on your bedroom floor?
Books, games, consoles, furniture, clothes, a bin, probably a glass or two.
Who was the last person you got into an argument with?
Lou.
Do you trust people easily?
Not really. Unless I'm drunk.
If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move to?
No questions asked? Yavin 4.
Could you go a day without eating?
No problem.
How much do looks matter to you?
Some.
How do you feel right now?
Meh.
When was the last time you had your hair cut?
Before Portugal. So summer last year.
Would you rather be mad or sad?
Mad.
Does it take a lot to make you cry?
Yeah.
What's the worst car accident you've ever been in?
My sister got whiplash. I'm clearly indestructible.
Are you tight with your mommy?
Er..? Possibly.
Do you tell your parents everything?
Hell no.
Would you rather be a bird or a fish?
A bird.
Name one fear you have.
Spiders.
If you need to go to the store a block away, do you walk or drive?
I can't drive. And like walking. Figure it out.
Does the thought of marriage scare you?
Not hugely.
How many kids do you want?
Enough to form my own group of deadly lethal ninja assassins.
What's your favorite color to wear?
Not pale. It totally counts.
Who was the last person in your bedroom besides you?
Lou.
What are you doing today?
Exam on the Philosophy of Immanuel Kant.
What would you do if you found a dinosaur egg?
Hatch it into a Tyrannosaur and learn to ride it.
Do you get bored easily?
Arr.
What's something that someone can do that really bothers you?
Plate scraping noises.
Did you ever want to change your name when you were younger?
Don't think so.
Do you wish you were famous?
Nah.
Who's the person you miss the most?
Qui Gon.
How do you like your steak cooked?
Medium-rare.
Can music affect your mood?
Yep.
What piercings do you want?
I've thought about a few, but am largely undecided.
Have you ever been in a cave?
Aye.
Have you ever eaten a bug?
Probably.
Do you think there's someone for everyone?
Nope.

And that is all!

Paintage

2008-05-02T13:16:00.002+01:00

I decided to paint the trukk first instead. So 5 orks by monday is unlikely; however, the trukk will be AWESOME.

Maybe.

Orks, jeans, and rats that can cook

2008-04-28T01:44:00.002+01:00

So. I caved once again, and went to GW yesterday. I am currently in possession of 25 space orks, a trukk, and three warbikes. Also one grot, who hangs from one of the bikes.

None are painted, or fully assembled.

I also have the skull pass set, with one painted goblin. Also a dwarf master engineer, and a Tehenhauin model which was a freebie.

I shall (hopefully) be painting a few of the space orks this week. I would be happy with five, which is shameful, I know.

More importantly, however, one of my pairs of jeans has finally expressed the ultimate entropy of the universe, and has a hole (not particularly caused by me) in the left thigh. It's important, because this is the first pair of trousers, as far as I recall, that has spontaneously torn without me falling on them, or leaping in them.

And I watched Ratatouille with Louise and Alex R this evening. It was awesome! Not like Finding Nemo, which blew goats. Hurrah!

JCthulhu

2008-04-13T11:49:00.007+01:00

Everytime I log into JStor to read Frege's damned essays, for three seconds or so, it shows a really odd loading screen (the one above, with some slightly more reasonable explanation, which I shall claim ignorance of for the purposes of Humour)

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for the Great Old Ones and Outer Gods having their wicked way with the Universe, but come on! Shibboleth? Never heard of him.

Saying that, the Resource That Should Not Be claims that it's some sort of real word:

"The term originates from the Hebrew word "shibboleth" (שיבולת), which literally means the part of a plant containing grains, such as an ear of corn or a stalk of grain"

The Old One is clearly some sort of tentacled loaf of bread.

Also, a scary thought from RPG-net:

"You know what humor is? It's magic. Dangerous magic. Laughter is used to banish evil from the world. But it's also addictive.

In old times, people were afraid of dragons and monsters. Then people started laughing at them, and they disappeared, and now even those old jokes are forgotten. Later, jesters wore colorful costumes and danced like faeries, and now the faeries are gone.

Now the creatures of myth are dead, transformed into long-forgotten jokes and stories, but we still want the laughter. We can't give up the power to turn something scary and dangerous into something funny.

So we laugh at the pain and disease and death of the world. And it seems to be working, a little bit. We don't live in a utopia, but people are more prosperous and healthy than ever before. People often reach 100 years of age.

But where does it stop? Listen to the comedians of today. They are getting us to laugh at ourselves. At relationships. At cars. At work. At the language. At the little bags of peanuts we get on airplanes.

At life."

Important Announcements

2008-04-03T00:54:00.001+01:00

I'm not dead yet.

The roof of my mouth tastes funny when I'm drunk.

Fooled you! Bwahahaha!

(About the important announcements)

Hedgehogs

2008-03-29T19:56:00.002Z

At approximately 3.30AM, I rescued a hedgehog from the evil clutches of McDonalds! It had it's head stuck in a McFlurry pot, and I managed to take it off without a) tearing off the beastie's head and b) catching rabies.

Hurrah!

Lessons of today: Don't eat at McDonalds. If you do, at least throw your manky packaging away. Or I will come for you, with my newly formed hedgehog army. And there WILL be some sort of reckoning.

Easter post which is not really obligatory at all

2008-03-23T17:25:00.002Z

A thought: Do we get bucketloads of chocolate everytime an incarnate God is resurrected after being nailed to a bit of wood?

Tengo un problema del alcohol

2008-03-21T01:52:00.002Z

But I can vaguely speak/understand spanish. Rock.

T'other day, more evidence as to my being dead inside (dead like some sort of undead monstrosity which had finally been put firmly to rest) has arisen. I enjoy, for wont/want of a better word, funerals more than I do weddings. Actually, I don't wont/want for a better word at all. Appreciate is a better word.

Hear me out. At a wedding, people are all very much pretending (at least) to be in love. Oooh, cynicism. I admit that some people, if not most people, actually are. But we, as guests/victims are forced to sit through proclomations of said love, which in my opinion just isn't right. It makes those that aren't in love jealous, and those that think they might be but aren't entirely sure, uncomfortable. Worse, it makes those bastards that know 'for sure' feel superior. And yes, I'm one of those bastards. Apologies. But I wasn't always.

Funerals, however, are, at the very least, insightful. Will you take a look at the sheer amount of commas in that last sentence? Half of 'em shouldn't be there, but they make me look intelligent. Or at least they would, if I wasn't mentioning that fact now. Back to the point. In my experience, you always find out at least one interesting fact about a loved one that they never would have told you themselves. Not necessarily through deliberate subject avoidance, but just through lack of relevant questions. Bear in mind that you could almost never have had an impact on whether or not the subject of the funeral died or didn't, there's almost always a positive side to them. Whereas weddings just make people angry, depressed and lonely.

And, to take away from the vaguely serious note, spanish is easily the sexiest language that I've ever heard. I need to learn to speak it much more fluently. Es muy peligroso, por favor will not cut it in conversation wih an actual spaniard.

Also, what in the name of all that's unholy is a 'cyclic redundancy check'? Apart from being an entirely arbitrary way of my laptop not wanting to copy various files from a DVD to an external HD?

G'night, anyone who's reading. Sleep well.

WFRP

2008-03-12T11:08:00.001Z

Holy mother of Moly. I now have two WFRP games planned, players'n'all.

I'm doomed.

As are the players.

I really should stop being tempted to run the Supers game, too...

Pancakes

2008-03-04T01:19:00.002Z

It just occurred to me, while blogstalking a priest (how many people can claim to have done THAT?) that I missed pancake day this year. Again. Well, I think it was 'again', I really don't remember.

Pancakes are clearly not as important to me as they once were.

The extent to which some people change...

Also buggermonkeys

2008-03-04T00:55:00.002Z

All decisions should go to Hell, slowly, over a slide covered in broken glass, lubricated with vinegar and salt.

Hell would obviously be a pit filled with speakers in the guise of rusty spikes, constantly playing 'Reach' by S Club 7, for all eternity.

Why can't everyone just think like I do? Bastards.

No offence meant. Blogs are fun to vent on.

Cocknobs.

2008-03-02T14:36:00.002Z

So, new year's resolutions. I fail entirely.

Well, not entirely. I've still not been hit by a car, although Ed was, which is ... scary. But he's fine. The lengths some people will go to to escape the wearing of drag.

True story.

More phwoar

2008-02-26T15:29:00.001Z

The nice people behind Channel 4 and it's numerous spin-offs should create a channel purely for pornography entitled More Phwoar.

Someone get on that.

More insight into the Brain of Me (tm)

2008-02-22T21:29:00.002Z

Walking down the road to shops for my overlords, a poster caught my eye. I say poster, it was more one of them billboard thingies.

Anyway, it was advertising a certain brand of car, with the slogan (in anagram form); 'When problems are a joy.' Two problems: First, not everyone can handle anagrams, particularly when driving at speed down Burgess Road, and the anagram is spelt out in a random assortment of blocks. I was actually shocked at how logical this sounds, at least for something that occurred to me.

Second, however, is the fact that when reading the slogan, my brain translated it as 'Our cars are shit, but in a fun way like sudoku.' Probably just me, but I feel much more normal now.

I appear to have done it again

2008-02-21T11:28:00.002Z

Drunken blog posts aren't big, and they're not clever. And yet I insist on doing them.

Also, the secretive nature of this blog is slowly exploding, as I may have drunkenly told people about it last night. Balls.

On the bright side; two lectures today, followed by painting and then our first Dark Heresy session! Barak the dreg shall emerge victorious from the 41st Millenium. Possibly. If the damn psyker doesn't get us all killed...

Flargle

2008-02-21T00:02:00.002Z

So, today I went to the pub.

And spent the afternoon kicking the living shite out of Witch Hunters. Obviously. Dwarfs kick arse at not doing anything but standing still. I orignally typed 'at' instead of 'but' but am now being watched and feeling self conscious. Dagnabbit Al!

I also ended up generating an entire campaign full of WFRP characters, which is terrible. I started with Louise, as is acceptable, and then mentioned it to a few other people, and I was suddenly swamped with players.

More importantly, mmm...Ringwood's Best. Drink it, or be destroyed.

Your Pet, Our Passion.

2008-02-18T18:24:00.002Z

What kind of freakish slogan is that? I don't want strange science pet food manufacturers being passionate about any of my pets!

Speaking of which, I've started playing Warhammer. And bought many dwarf models. I'm sick, and I need help.

Do dwarfs count as pets?

New Year!

2008-01-02T21:00:00.000Z

So, I'm posting a day or two late. Nobody's reading this anyway, so screw you, conscience!

Also, merry Christmas!

Since the day of stuff, I've finished Phantom Hourglass, and started on Half-life 2. Which is...two years old now? And still makes my laptop chug...*sigh* I just escaped Ravenholm. Which is clearly the best section of any game, EVER. Gravity gun + buzzsaw blades = win.

More importantly, all the girly things are sorted! Huzzah! Spent New Year with her and her parents, and her parents friends. Bizarrely fun, and I didn't even make a completely arse of myself. Victory!

New Years Resolutions:

1) Get fit. (As always)

2) Don't fuck about on the girl-front.

3) Carry on being immune to traffic.

Wootzorz. Also teh yeyz.

2007-12-21T17:07:00.000Z

The damned things are finished! And now there will be much sexy sith chick action. Mmm..KotOR.

Anyone else find it easier to roleplay evil characters of the opposite gender? I always find it's a little easier to detach oneself.

Note to self; start work earlier next time.

PS: I love you really Pyrrho. Sextus is totally using you though dude.

Pyrrho is a twunt. And Sextus Empiricus can eat badger faeces and die. Well, he could if he wasn't dead already.

2007-12-21T02:46:00.000Z

Writing an essay on skepticism when you have...12 hours is never going to be fun.

Writing an essay on skepticism when you can't really remember the lectures, can't find your notes, and seem to have lost the core text when you have...11 hours and 58 minutes is even less so.

Particularly when all you really remember is 'Oh really?! YA REALLY!' jokes. Which probably don't even make sense. Fuck a duck in the arse with a freakin' broadhead. Or a peewee. That'd be amusing.

Fortunately, it's not a compulsory module so when I fail, i can probably ignore it. But come ON! Doubting everything in a really neutral manner doesn't seem like real philosophy. Particularly since the doubting can NEVER BE STOPPED. EVER.

I don't give a riproaring donkey fart what Sextus is trying to argue in this passage because it's just common sense. Being in different physical/mental states makes things seem different. Therefore, we can't really know what the thing in question is. And? We'll never be able to, so why worry?

GET ON WITH YOUR AFTERLIVES, YOU CLASSICAL WANKERS!

Well, that was interesting.

2007-12-20T02:58:00.000Z

This blog thing might actually be a good thing. Definitely a horribly embarassing one, but there are worse things.

Like...addiction. Which I'm not suffering from. At ALL.

I'm deeply, deeply sorry.

2007-12-20T00:41:00.000Z

It's just one of those days, when you don't wanna wake up
Everything is fucked, everybody sucks
You don't really know why, but you wanna justify,
Rippin' someone's head off

Dear god. I just quoted Limp Bizkit. Shoot me now. Is it possible to rip off one's own head?

Quoting Limp Bizkit,
It's as low as i'll plummet
Please, God, forgive me.

Haiku makes everything better.

...Right?

Thank the Great Old Ones for that.

2007-12-18T22:57:00.000Z

Emo problem is still around, but hey, it's obviously my punishment for wearing band-shirts.

I'm feeling physically sick whenever I think about her, and getting narked when she's not in contact, but when she does, it can best be described as...awesome. I'm such a damn EMO.

On the bright side, the work is being slowly completed. All I need to read up on is *cough* the entirety of Pyrrhonian scepticism and Kant's argument from morality. I've got 'til Friday, how hard can it be? All it cost me was my soul. Hurrah!

ALSO! I have been coming up with ideas for my M&M game, which is always a good thing. I might even run it this time, if I can find the right players (read: HER). Though the ideas I've had do slightly contrast the entirety of the write up I have to hand. But hey.

Fuck a DUCK. Back to the saving of Peach!

First post ever!

2007-12-13T02:36:00.001Z

Emo problem of the day:
Girlfriend issues.

Large problem of the day:
7000 words to write by Friday.

Worst problem:
Dropping out is looking attractive again...

And yes, I have just created a blog entirely to complain about not writing essays fast enough. I'm a freakin' genius.